How could I forget that I love everything in you, your gaze, your lips, the shape of your face, what your face is telling to me, the clouds upon your heart, a veil upon your emotions, desires and pains, your own story, my Pasqualino from Taormina....

And how could I forget you, my blossoming Francesco, how could I forget you, young shepherd going to remote hills, you who knows how to sing the songs bringing the sheeps back home, at night, towards the lights of Taormina...

Please, just have a thought about your friends, your lovers, Pasqualino, my so cute friend... Just think about the guy who will love this photograph, tomorrow, elsewhere, in another century... Just look at your friend, your lover, Pasqualino, my cute friend... He loves your soul as much as your face...

I love this photograph, so sweet, so sensual, I love these weird clothes surrounding these boys bodies, these tunics of shephers in a dreamt Greek city, Taormina, Tauromenium, the place of all my dreams, of all my loves...

Thanks so much, Wilhelm, my friend, for the sweet sensuality emanating from this photograph... It is full of desire and perfume, the perfume shared by boys who desire one another or who look beyond the camera the viewer, in another place, in another time, who will desire them too...."